Well, it's done. Dave and myself are no longer. It's all been surprisingly calm and businesslike. I'm going to contact my old real estate agent tomorrow and see if I can move back into the old apartment block in Hawthorn. Dave gets to keep Zeus - no room for him in a bedsit, it would be cruel. Everything for now continues much as it always has. For the next week or so we'll live in the same house, sleep in the same bed, shower with the bathroom door open, and undress in front of each other. And then I'll move out. We'll still see each other. There is no hate, no resentment, no desire for revenge. We can still laugh together. That, I think, is a good thing.